Snow Storm

He decided to drive in the storm. Snow coming down. State plows out on 41 and 10. Backroads still untouched. Back of his pickup swung out a little.

The old man kept the radio on all news. Smoky voices telling him the worst was yet to come. Pure white. Windshield wipers couldn’t keep up. He pulled off to the side of the road. Opened a Thermos of coffee and turned off the engine. He just listened to silence.

Watched the snow fall at a rapid rate. Thought of his wife who was long gone. Died years ago in the winter. Curled up in bed and she was gone.

Snow reminded him of that night. The black skies and white flakes falling down. He sat there taking it all in for a good half hour. Meditated on it. Then started the Ford and moved on.

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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